Post by knave on Jun 12, 2011 19:35:00 GMT -5
...Kevin Alexander Way*
*Stealing Hearts*
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...basics*
name Kevin A. Way
nickname Kev could work.
age 23
gender Male
grade College Sophomore (he started college late)
hometown Albany, New York
sexuality Boobies.
personification The Knave of Hearts
status Dormant
...appearance*
hair color Brown, usually messy, longish.
eye color Bright blue. He get's comments quite often on his eyes.
build Lanky, not really as tall as he appears. The wiriness tends to add to an allusion of height. Not that he's short.
height 5' 11"
clothing style Comfort, first and formost. Generally jeans, tee shirt, and a button down/sweatshirt over the tee shirt. Usually wrinkled, but cleanish.
distinctive traits High cheekbones.
...personal*
personality
He's a good boy, really he is. But Kevin has had an epic string of bad luck. He always seems to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time. A total victim of circumstance. Mostly. Kinda.
Okay, he at least always means well. Really, he has a good heart. Being the middle one of seven children, with both of his parents working full time, Kevin was left to his own devices. When he had a problem at school, he dealt with it. If there was a toy he wanted, he took it. It wasn't in mean spirit, not ever. That's just how life is. If you want something, take it, because no one is going to give it to you.
Kevin is a series of contradictions. He's a romantic womanizer, a whimsical skeptic, a clever fool. Mostly he likes to have fun, wants to enjoy the ride. He watched his folks work themselves to near death, and he'll be a hair on a pigs back side if he's going to let that happen to him.
This does not mean the boy has no aspirations. Quite the contrary, he's quite interested in psychology. He is that odd person at the park, who seems to go there for no other reason to watch people go about there day.
past
From a very young age, Kevin had to look after himself. As he was not a little darling helper like Angela, or a problem child like Heath, he was not high on the list of concerns for his power munching parents. The Way household was not a warm place, despite the large family. His Mother, when not getting criminals off, was an alcoholic. His Father was distant, and rarely there, Fathering off a series of half siblings for Kevin that would never be met.
Still, Kevin didn't let it get to him, as much as a child could resist letting something like that get to him. Sure, he would act out, though it was rarely too major. He was slight, almost feminine looking, so he'd have to fend off bullies. And sure, if you were a tasty looking candy bar at the store, chances are you'd magically jump into young Kevin's pocket (or so he told the store clerk if he got caught, which he often did).
It got better, as he got older. He could surround himself with pleasurable activities, usually without being in too much trouble. Ladies were among these activities. Soon his 'girly' blue eyes, 'ds' lips, and 'faggy' cheek bones were driving the girlies wild, combined with singing in a garage band there for a bit. These were all fleeting though, as Kevin saw what happened when two people who didn't get each other married too fast. Nope. Despite being in love with love, he feared it more. The notion of it was beautiful though, and he's the first to admit envy when he sees a happy couple.
Other activities included skateboarding, studying religions, studying psychology, schmoking the ganja, and baking. Quite the collection, eh? Despite having the appearance of a slacker, and he is one truly, Kevin is actually quite bright.
present
When he turned eighteen, Kevin decided he was going to do what he wanted when he wanted. And at that time, college was not on the list. So he traveled, getting into mischief here and there along the way. Nothing too major, or at least nothing his Mother couldn't get him out of, bless her heart. Peyote in the Nevada desert, acid in Raves off in Los Angeles, some of the finest E he's ever had in Miami. Been there, done that, bought that ticket.
Eventually, however, it was time to rejoin the real world. College, career. Still, he's doing it with his usual, seemingly half ass, Kevin-esque, swag. No need to push it, after all. He studies Psych at J. Barrie, as it's a stones throw away from his favorite sibling, Erica. New York, a mixture of cultures, not exactly blending, but certainly forming a pretty piece of art work.
family
Kyle Way: Father. Doctor.
Sabrina Way: Mother. Lawyer.
Angela Way: Older Sister. Bitch. (Also a lawyer.)
Heathcliff Way: Older Brother. Prison.
Jarrod Way: Older Brother. Doctor.
Erica Way: Younger Sister. Homemaker. The coolest of the bunch.
Ian Way: Younger Brother. Douchebag. Student.
Michelle Way: Younger Sister. Adorable. Student.
likes
His car.
A good time.
The ladies.
Skateboarding.
Watching people react to things.
Little experiments: ie: Go to a mall. Stare up at the ceiling. Count how many people look up to try and figure out what you're looking at.
Flirting.
Sweets.
Tokens.
dislikes
Monotony.
When he doesn't get enough sleep.
Boredom.
People who take life to seriously.
Carrots. Or really, vegetables.
When people can't say what they mean, or mean what they say.
Being accused of things he didn't do.
other notes Can be quite charming. Steals small tokens from time to time, though it's rarely something of value, and when it is of value, he had not realized that when he took it.
...literature*
book title Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
backstory The Knave of Hearts is mentioned first in chapter 8, and chapters 11 and 12 deal with his trial for a tart robbery in which the King of Hearts presides as judge. Alice eventually defends the Knave after the evidence becomes increasingly absurd and she is called as a witness.
The White Rabbit announces the charges as:
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!
The Knave rarely speaks during the trial. The Mad Hatter is called to give evidence but spends his entire time being nervous in front of the King and Queen of Hearts, and the Duchess's cook is summoned to tell the court what tarts are made of. Neither is a convincing witness, and the Knave does not offer a very good defense. He denies he wrote a letter that mysteriously appears in the court, but that he already knows isn't signed.
Fortunately for him, Alice diverts the attention of the court by growing ever and ever larger and arguing more and more, lastly with the Queen over the concept of "sentence first—verdict afterwards". Before a verdict can be reached for the Knave's innocence or guilt, Alice reaches full size and forcefulness, and then calls them "nothing but a pack of cards". They attack her, ending the trial.
It is believed by some people that since Sir John Tenniel's illustration of the scene in chapter 12 has the Knave with small club outline shapes on his blouse, the ultimate nonsense is that the King and the Queen do not even have the correct person standing trial, this isn't the Knave of Hearts at all, and whoever it is unwilling to clarify the matter. However, this would also suppose Alice, the White Rabbit, the Mad Hatter and everyone else missed it as well, and that Carroll inserted an unintroduced character. After calling him "the Knave of Hearts" twice in chapter 8, the rest of the chapter simply refers to him as "the Knave". The only other non-heart card characters in the book are the three gardeners (drawn as spades), the ten soldiers (described and drawn as clubs), and the ten courtiers (described as diamonds). For other illustrations involving the Knave, the original art by Carroll for chapter 12 and the chapter 8 drawing by both Carroll and Tenniel show no markings.
...roleplayer*
name Pikachu(David)
age 18
gender Male
rp experience Learning.
how you found ouac Caution.
rp sample
Drip. Drip. Drip.
When it rained in New York City, it was like nothing else in the world. Few appreciated the beauty, but Kevin rather liked to take notice. When it rained in New York City, on a crisp spring day, so early in the evening, an almost green fog blanketed the city. Over the heads of the people, but there, still there. By the tops of the street lamps. Kevin stood in it, not bothering to attempt to cover his head, not trying to get inside his car. No, in fact, he sat on the hood, face pointed up to the sky. The concrete around him became black to slate grey, like a dark and shiny sea. The pattering on the streets, the cars, the buildings. It echoed in the maze.
What was he to do today? What what what? There wouldn't be many people in the park, not with the rain like this. Maybe to class? No. No. He was bored, but not desperate. Perhaps the mall? To a bar? Hell, it was only four. Had to wait at least an hour, or he might appear to be an alchy. Can't have that.
Hell.
He was desperate.
Sighing, he shook out his hair and climbed into his car, wondering if his teacher would be too peeved at his arriving ten minutes late.
Oh well.